Day two.
The war room at 7 a.m. looked different from 4 a.m. Not cleaner. The map had acquired more marks overnight, more overlays, more red annotations in three different handwriting styles. But the quality of the people in it had changed. Less stunned. More directed.
Val had slept two hours on the couch in the adjacent room. She'd been back at the table by five.
"Marco Vitelli," Sebastian said, opening the morning brief. "Logistics coordinator. Hired four months ago through the compromised vetting firm. He had one function: cut the detention lock on signal and walk north. He didn't know where Leni was going. He didn't know about the access point. Alessio compartmentalized. Marco knew his piece and nothing else."
"Which means he can't give us Alessio's location," Adrian said.
